In the Gutter...

I imagine a cell,
A prison cemented in the sky.
It is a place whose walls,
Stand soaked in despair.
I find a woman there,
We hate each other.
There is nothing between us,
Except greed and disgust.
We hurt each other,
As I tie her to the bed.
The mattress is jaundiced,
With spilt ash and sex.
Fingers pull at throats,
Teeth buried in skin.
I imagine degradation,
We hurt as we fuck.
Every movement,
Swallows my shame.
Every shudder,
Bears witness to contempt.
There is nothing between us,
Except the will to nothingness.